Last night I discovered the magic of Salad Fingers. He knows exactly who I am and what I feel.
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So, it turns out that I'm in a group called Cantus, and that every time I tell someone that I feel like I'm plugging a product. Visit www.cantusonline.org for more information! I can get you a free ticket! So. Again, for billionth time, I hope I can continually update something like this, so people who read my seemingly ubiquitous previous posts ( Read more... )

wow. it's been entirely too long (yet again). my last post was a sort of miser's rantings about how life is unfair. i really hate the way i talk about things, sometimes.

wow. reading old entries of mine makes me feel ill. glad that i'm in a new period of growth in my life. thanks to josh for reminding me that i had a live journal, and that people will probably be wondering what the heck is going on. wow. although, i must say, there was very powerful verse spilled onto these pages. wow.

I've been having nightmares lately. It's a bit hard to sleep when I am afraid to close my eyes. It's strange. It's a sort of hyper-tragic, yet abstract notion of my current strongest fear. I've been learning a lot about what I am afraid of. Oh well. At least there are the waking hours to keep me company. Lots of very abstract and complex nuances ( Read more... )

i dream about poetry, and juniper breezes, oceans, flowers, dancing, sunshine, death, decay, morbidity, colors, life, brain functions, music, love, art, passion, truth, god, romance, and film.

as i sit here and weep at the thought of my sometimes pathetic life, i know there has to be more to this. i know there has to be more to the rest of humanity. why do we fight to maintain good in our lives? she told me once that it doesn't matter to her. she asked me what's so good about good, and love, and joy? i dont' even know how to answer that ( Read more... )

i want to save you
i need you
save me too

"your skin is a most beautiful river of moonlit milk..."

conversing with a most wonderful girl named carolyn. she makes me think about a lot of things. or could it be the fact that my mood and the night's previous dream are so intertwined, that even the separation of the mind and body could not overcome the troubles of the spirit ( Read more... )